5\10 Not what I was expecting

  • by Rick Hill
  • May 11, 2011
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I didn’t get a column written last week because there just wasn’t enough time. There has been more work coming in than I have had in the last three years, and it has really thrown a wrench in my schedule. I had three guys working when everything slowed down, and since then I have been getting along with one part time helper. This week along with being really busy I got to spend two days in the hospital being poked, prodded, and examined. It all started with feeling lightheaded, and some dizzy spells, and then I passed out for a few seconds. I went to the walk in clinic, and they sent me to the emergency room. After a few hours of tests, and finding nothing wrong they admitted me for more testing. For the next 36 hours I was checked for every malady known to science. The end result was my heart, lungs, organs, and arteries are all perfect, and the whole hospital staff was appalled that they belong to someone as overweight, and out of shape as me. The physician that released me commented that I had way better health than I deserve. I also found a new hobby last week. It started two months ago when my wife suggested that spending every weekend at a bird dog trial was possibly a little excessive. I don’t know whether it was the guilt I was feeling from her comment, or just a bad weekend, but I really didn’t enjoy that trial very much. So I got to thinking maybe there is something to this, and considered some alternatives. I could start shooting sporting clays again, but I can’t see nearly as well as I used to, so that would just be frustrating. Thought about more fishing, but I will already be doing a lot of that this summer. So I kept searching. I found my answer in a sport I had checked out several years ago. At that time I was really getting hot and heavy into the bird dog thing, and there wasn’t time to start a new hobby. Last week I saw the sign at the Wayne County Fairgrounds advertising the Cowboy Mounted shooting Association, and I had the solution to my problem. It combines two of my top four favorite outdoor sports, riding, and shooting. I noticed a few hurdles I will have to work out, while I was watching the folks compete. The majority of the cowboys were skinny guys with small agile horses that can cover the course quickly while accurately hitting the ten targets with a pair of hand guns. The competitor’s race around barrels while shooting suspended balloons, and controlling the horse. It wasn’t designed for 350 pound middle aged guys riding a huge lumbering mule. The odds are against Buford and me doing much winning, but we should be fun to watch, and hopefully my wife will go with me “since we are not just killing a bunch of birds that never hurt anybody”. My plan is to be ready to try it by the next scheduled event in June. That depends a lot on how Buford feels about this new game, I will keep you informed as to our progress. Out of room for this column, but nest week I will tell you about my old buddy DB. Catch You Later Rick


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